Page 259 of Wild Card

Gorgeous, rugged, handsome… and holding me tight.

Talon is here.

Talon is alive, in my dad’s apartment, holding me tight.

My already fragile emotional state is overwhelmed and my precious vision of him blurs.

His hands cup my cheeks, wiping the track of tears until I can’t take it anymore, slamming my mouth to his.

My tongue battles with his, needing to sweep everywhere, and to taste—just him.

It’s sloppy and loaded with desperation.

Weeks of missing him, the anxiety, worry, and fear all trickle away. I claw at his neck, angling for more. Each stroke is frenzied, chasing a reassurance of his presence.

I’ve craved his touch, the feel of his hard body pressed close, the wisp of his breath against my skin.

His hand fists my hair to keep me still as his control snaps.

His mouth moves urgently, kissing, licking, nipping everywhere, equally as frantic.

Outside of the night we met at Tom’s, this is the best kiss of my life.

“Mine,” he rumbles down my throat.

My heart expands, loving that word more than ever.

“Yes,” I rasp out, needing him more than I need my next breath.

I move my hand between us to his rock-hard length, now feverish for more. He bucks into my touch, growling his approval.

The sound does something to me, lighting my body on fire.

As if he senses the raw and uncontrolled desire surging, he tears away, his warm breath panting with mine.

“Fuck, baby, you have to stop.”

NO!!“I can’t.”

“Give you anything in the goddamned world, but don’t make me fuck you on your dad’s couch when he could be back anytime.”

Reality washes over me like a cold blanket, remembering where we are.

My hand goes to his jaw, my eyes roaming.

“You’re really here.”

“And so are you.”

“How’d you find me?”

“I’ll always find you.”

His voice is gruff and tender at the same time. It’s then I notice the exhaustion in his eyes and fear reappears.

“How are… Did you find…” I’m too scared to finish, noticing the fading bruises and healing cuts. My fingers go to his cheek, skimming over a wound. “Talon?” my voice cracks.

“We got to them.”

---